Solipsists of the World... you are already united.

Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.

I'm going to raise an issue and stick it in your ear.

It was the next morning that the armies of Twodor marched east laden with long lances, sharp swords, and death-dealing hangovers. The thousands were led by Arrowroot, who sat limply in his sidesaddle, nursing a whopper. Goodgulf, Gimlet, and the r

Some scholars are like donkeys, they merely carry a lot of books.